In the dim, oppressive darkness of the dungeon's passageway, the sounds of battle echoed faintly. But it wasn't a battle in the usual sense—it was a one-sided massacre.
The monsters, who had been lurking in the shadows, never even had a chance to react. Before they could even comprehend the danger, they were already being obliterated, their forms disintegrating under the overwhelming force of the attackers.
Ray, Elara, and Karl moved as one, their synchronized movements making it seem like they were performing an intricate dance rather than fighting.
Ray, his expression focused, was at the forefront, his flames swirling around his hands like a living thing.
His mana control had reached a level that allowed him to manipulate his magic with surgical precision, turning it into a deadly weapon that destroyed anything in its path.
